I'm sending & receiving strong energy patterns. I'm convinced reality is what we make of it. If we don't perceive something, it doesn't exist in our lives. I'm thinking our present state is mainly our creation, and we project into the future. What is fortunetelling? If you move your hand to a phone and speak to a person on the phone can you predict what will happen? Yes, most of the time. Lol, it's not science or magic but both imo. If you meditate a layout of Tarot cards is it by chance the layout occurred? No because you moved your hands & picked those cards even though you didn't know what was on the other side. It's all the same thing. Every action creates an equal and opposite reaction - it's physics, too. So...do no harm...the mantra of the real supernaturalist.
Now, can I project and create an event? I should be able to, if it does no harm. This is 'tricky' though, because the 'future is not ours to see', reason being is because basically we don't know the chain of events ahead of our projection. I, like the fabled Morgan Le Fay, am curious and let's hope it's all for the good. Here's a few more verses of "Proems - Life & Death; The Path of Lu. Missing my sister, 100 days gone.
Now waves are
breaking, noisy, rushing.
Today opaque aqua
white tops
In masses, bursting,
popping and releasing
Bubbled sweet fresh
air on shore.
Wind is in water,
wind is on earth.
Everything changing
to stay alive.
Aerated water,
breathing, renewed, rhythmic.
Nothing stops,
nothing stays still –
Stillness is an
illusion.
A painting changes
with light and moisture.
A photograph fades
but captures a moment,
Like a reference
point to what?
Oh, this is a pic of
me seven years ago.
Where have the years
gone?
Nowhere – they are in
my hands
In the photo. Time does not go by.
It is all ‘now’.
Inevitably, a forest
fire in the south.
Later this year.
Thanks for the
tardiness in arrival
You smoky flames.
I enjoyed your
absence.
Now days of hazy
honey light,
Mountains a blurry
dusky chalk blue
Meeting the sky
Without a defining
line between.
Surreal water grey
blue
Shining like oil,
lapping at the shore.
Scent of smoke – darker
day
Like before a
rain. Instead of rain,
Ashes – specks on
flowers, settling.
Thin grey dust of
ashes
On the patio table,
On my windshield
wipers when I drive.
I have lots to love,
all kinds of love.
Family love is one
love,
Romantic love is
another,
Nature is another,
And another.
There is no limit to
love.
I can’t say I have
only so much to give.
The capacity should
be endless.
I love the color of
the chocolate Labrador dog
Down the shore.
I love his demeanor
too. He is sweet.
Sometimes human
dynamics
Are outdated
exchanges to be changed,
To become new and
better ways.
You are the art of a script written.
You are the life of a code unbroken.
My inspiration
Is a beautiful Earth
angel born of fire and water and wind.
When he moves his
body, turns his head,
Every angle is
perfection – a gift from creation.
His expression is
like a child’s – honest and free,
Full of imagination
and wondrous.
His face is balanced
and lovely,
Sensuous and strongly
featured and extremely sexy.
His eyes pierce my
soul.
So intense is his
look
He sees me in all my
incarnations.
I’ve known him for
centuries
When through eternity
he was my child,
My father, my
brother, my friend
And my lover.
He is not my other
half – he is part of me.
He is me.
And now a photo from my fave film noir "Double Indemnity" 1944 starring Barbara Stanwyck & Fred MacMurray. Barbara's birthday is July 16th...4 days after mine on the 12th...but not the same year. Here's a pic from the film....my female inspiration, Barbara Stanwyck.
And now a photo from my fave film noir "Double Indemnity" 1944 starring Barbara Stanwyck & Fred MacMurray. Barbara's birthday is July 16th...4 days after mine on the 12th...but not the same year. Here's a pic from the film....my female inspiration, Barbara Stanwyck.
